When I was little, my friend’s older sister once told us about weird things like Nessie, Bigfoot, and the Roswell alien. I believed that they all lived happily together on an island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I eventually found out that Nessie’s in Scotland, the alien is in New Mexico, and who knows where Bigfoot is, and this all really upset me. I imagined how sad they must be living alone in those places, without each other for comfort.
As I grew older, I realised that loneliness is so common in this world. People, like these ‘monsters’, are such misunderstood creatures, trying to neglect what others think of them and just move on with their lives. Then the whole concept of being alone just became so real and relatable.
